Everyone has flaws, no one is perfect, imperfections make you who you are, and we all make mistakes; even if we regret them. One should not be ashamed of their imperfections; instead, most say that you should embrace your flaws. Yet, who said that your imperfections can't be perfect? Don't be afraid, make your imperfections flawless. You're perfect, flaws and all.

I was zoned in on the screen in front of me. Listening to the random explosions that went off the more I ran. Hiding behind cars that had been blown over, I peeked behind the hunk of metal, scoping out the area. Soldiers called out commands and signaled for others to proceed foreword. Bullets were being shot at me in all different directions. I was hit at some point without realizing it and quickly darted back behind the car.

The screen flashed an eerie red for a moment before going back to normal. I had to be very careful not to get hit again or I would be doomed to having to start the mission over again. Clouds of smoke billowed out from areas where bombs were dropped. This made it harder to see the enemy, causing me to have to wait until all was clear again. Running at full speed, I ducked behind a building before pulling out the M41.

Shooting the bullets at the enemy, I could hear the strong kick that the weapon had. So entranced in the game, I didn't notice that my body was hunched over, elbows connected to my knees. My mouth was slightly agape and my eyes squinted since I wasn't wearing my glasses. I could even feel a bit of drool falling from the side of my mouth as I was sucked into the graphic game. I've been slightly preoccupied with this game since I got it. Call of Duty 3 was always the perfect game to kick back and relax to.

I was almost done with the game, only a few levels left to beat. The more missions I beat, the harder the game started to get. I had to restart this mission more than I could count on both hands and feet. I was so close to beating this mission for the first time and couldn't become distracted or I may end up screwing up my chances.

I was so into the game that I didn't even notice when the living room door creaked open and my younger sister came prancing in. I glanced up at her for a brief moment to see a wide grin on her face as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. I completely ignored her, trying to finish the mission before I started another one. She stood beside the Television, gazing down at me expectantly. She placed her hands on her hips and cleared her throat lightly. I hummed in response, waiting for her to say something.

"I was wondering…" Amelia started to say in that tinkling voice of hers as I zoned back into the game. "And Kayla said she heard…" blah, blah, blah, was mostly what I heard from her. I nodded my head, keeping my eyes locked on the screen.

"Uh huh, that's nice," I said, my voice sounding almost zombie like. Amelia stopped talking after that and stared at me with a scowl on her face. She groaned under her breath and marched over to the X-box 360. Giving me one more glance, she placed her finger to the sensitive green button. I was almost finished with the mission when the screen went blank, only an abyss of blackness left in its place.

My eyes about popped out of their sockets and my mouth was held wide open. There was a tense silence in the room as my grey orbs searched for the culprit that shut down my game. Amelia stood there with a smug expression on her face and my mouth twisted into a snarl. My nose flared in anger and I felt a small chill run down my spine as my skin startled to prickle.

"What the hell?" I asked through clenched teeth and threw the wireless controller down onto the couch.

"You weren't listening to me, so, I decided to make you by turning off that mindless game," she said, shrugging her shoulders and leaning against the entertainment system. I was fuming with anger as I glanced back at the blank screen. Gritting my teeth, I brought my bottom lip between my teeth, chewing on it. Amelia fidgeted in her spot, not enjoying the look on my face.

"And you couldn't pause the game?" I countered back, keeping my face completely blank of any emotion. She swallowed thickly and fiddled with her hands, thinking her bright idea probably wasn't as smart anymore.

"I-uhh," she spoke, unintelligently as she backed away from the entertainment system. A coy smile spread across my face and I sat back into the seat, lips pressing into a thin line. I ran my hands through my unruly, uncombed hair and closed my eyes.

"You have less than five seconds to run," I spoke calmly, before darting out of my seat to chase my sister who had already left the room screaming. I ran out of the living room, hearing the door slam against the wall, making the pictures on the wall shudder.

Bounding down the hallway, I could hear Amelia's feet plopping against the hardwood floor, until the shuffling against the carpet could be heard. I knew then that she was heading towards the staircase, likely to hide in her room. I cut the corner through the kitchen, sliding to a halt when I made it to the stairs. I kept quiet, knowing that she probably forgetting that there were two ways to the stairs. My arms were crossed over my chest, cocky smirk on my face.

Amelia was panting as she reached the stairs and when her head peeked around the corner, I jumped on her. She yelped when she was knocked down, pulling me to the floor with her. I sat on her tummy, looking down at her with an eyebrow cocked.

"If there was someone chasing you to take your life, you wouldn't last very long," I stated smiling impishly. She squirmed under me, trying to push me off of her. I became like dead weight, putting all of my mass upon her.

"Get off me!" she yelled, swinging her legs up weakly. I grabbed her legs holding them down so she wouldn't kick me before reaching up to pinch her nose and tug on it.

"Amelia, I worked so hard to beat that mission and when I almost did, you lose all my progress," I whined, pulling her nose harder. She groaned, trying to wiggle her arms out from under me, rocking from side to side. I gave her a bored look, examining my purple chipped nails.

"I did you a favor! I don't want to see my older sister turn into a slob that does nothing but sit on the couch, eat, and play games all day!" she shouted, breathlessly before a gasp left her lips. "Sorry, that's already happened…" she said trailing off. I frowned, reaching up to pinch her cheek.

"Is that a way to talk to someone after turning off their precious game?" I retorted, scowling down at her.

"Yes," she said, fidgeting under me again. I rolled my eyes, waiting for her to crack and apologize to me. I wasn't giving up and she surely wasn't giving up without a fight.

"You may not see the importance in that game, but, it teaches me survival skills," I retorted, chin held high. She stopped moving, breathing heavily and throwing me a peeved, unbelieving look.

"You're delusional chick," she said struggling again.

"Says the one placed neatly under my bum," I said, humming with a sly smirk on my face. I was so caught up in torturing Amelia that I didn't even hear the rapid footsteps coming from down the hallway. Looking up to late, I was tackled in a hug and thrown down onto Amelia. She grunted out, groaning lightly and she moaned Adrian's name airily. I grunted as my head hit the carpeted floor, blinking up at our little brother.

"I wanna play too!" he shouted, jumping up and down in my arms. The air was knocked out of my lungs and I rolled off of Amelia before I crushed her with double the weight. Sitting up, I brought Adrian into my lap.

"You ruin all my fun Adri," I said, smiling and kissing him on the cheek. His features scrunched up in disgust and pushed my face away from his.

"Eww, don't do that. I don't want your girl cooties," he said, sticking his tongue out and shaking his head. A smirk adorned my face and I attacked him, tickling his sides. He giggled at my ministrations and I took this as my chance to kiss every inch of his face that I could. He squealed, shoving his small hands into my chin, pushing me away.

"You're just so cute though Adri," I said, giving him a big hug before pulling away and chuckling under my breath. He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Snorting, I turned my attention back to Amelia who was sprawled out on the floor dramatically. She was breathing heavily still and her eye was twitching. Cocking my eyebrow at her, I nudged her leg and a small gasp left her lips.

"I saw my life flash before my eyes as your fat ass crushed me to death," she said, dramatically, small tears welling in her eyes. I rolled my eyes, getting up and balancing Adrian on my hip. I soft grunt left my lips since he was getting a bit heavy. He just turned four so his hip carrying days were starting to thin.

"Language in front of the little one chick," I said, mimicking her word that she used earlier. Sighing, she hopped off the floor, dusting off her clothes.

"Language period Amelia," a new voice said, as they entered the room. We both jumped and quickly looked at where the tinkling voice had come from. Looking up at the top of the stairs, I saw our mother standing there were her hands on her lithe hips, stern look on her face. Amelia blushed, hanging her head down to the floor.

"Yes ma'am, sorry," she mumbled under her breath and sent me a dirty glare. My lips turned up into a smirk, but I made sure to keep it hidden from our mom. Mom nodded her head curtly before trailing her grey eyes to me.

Victoria, our mother, was a beautiful woman with a slightly aged face. Her once glowing brown skin had paled over the years and her grey eyes had dulled with age. The brown locks that once had luster and sheen was slowly greying. Her figure, that used to resemble and hourglass had gained a few pounds and left her with a pear shape. I suppose having three kids could do that to a person, but she still looked great. She still had that beautiful smile that would light up a whole room and a personality to match.

"Anyway, weren't you two supposed to be heading to the mall?" Victoria asked; frown on her face as if she was trying to find out a mystery. I looked at her in confusion, shaking my head.

"I know nothing of that," I said, glancing over at Amelia who rolled her eyes at me.

"I was trying to ask you earlier before you went all wacko on me," Amelia snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. Cocking my head to the side, I nodded my head for her to continue. "I wanted to know if you could drive me to the mall to meet Kayla," she said, hopeful look in her eyes.

"For what exactly?" I asked, looking up at Mom. She just shrugged her shoulders and headed back into her room, leaving us be. I sometimes thought I got my laziness from her because all she ever did on her days off was sleep. Not that I blamed her. Working as a nurse could indeed be stressful. She worked every day of the week and the only time she really got a break was on the weekends.

"Well, Kayla said that she saw a Tweet that said-"Amelia started to say before I interrupted her.

"Yeah, you lost me at the she said, Tweet said…Just save the trouble and tell me what you need to," I said, yawning. Staring at a TV screen for countless hours surely does make a person tired. I just wanted to head upstairs, throw the covers back on my bed, and drift into that wonder sleep that was calling my name.

"You know how the band Diamonds in the Rough is having a concert in two days?" she asked, I nodded my head. It was very well known that that concert was coming to the city. Everyone has been talking about it nonstop for months and to be honest, it was really starting to annoy me. They were great musicians, but I just didn't see the hype. People only liked them for their face and body, not their music. I wasn't going to get caught up in the craze. I was way too lazy to in the first place.

"Yes, I know about that. How could I not?" I asked, running my hand through my hair, yanking it free when it got caught. Amelia scowled at my little display and reached up, sticking her hands into my hair. I hissed, pulling back as she rammed her hands right into a thick knot.

"Do you ever comb your hair?" she asked in disdain. I swatted her hands away bounding up the steps.

"Yes I do…" I said trailing off. I didn't actually comb my hair today. I just woke up, took a shower, put some clothes on, and planted my behind on that comfortable couch. Letting my hair air dry wasn't always the best thing to do, yet, I've already done it now. There was no need to worry myself over such trivial things.

"Anyway, said band was spotted walking around the city and into a certain mall…" Amelia stated, innocently hopping up the steps behind me. I stopped and turned to look at her with my eyebrow cocked. She had to be kidding me…

"So, you'd actually be stupid enough to a Tweet that may or may not be true?" I asked rhetorically, shaking my head and continuing to walk away from her.

"What's a Tweet?" Adrian asked as Amelia grabbed my arm to stop me from walking. I kissed his forehead and explained to him as best as I could. He just looked at me confused and decided he was bored with our conversation. He started twisting in my grasp and I placed him onto the floor, watching him run into his room to do whatever kids his age do.

"Love you too…" I said, trailing off as I turned my attention back to Amelia who was practically bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

"Seriously, I have proof," she said, whipping her phone out of her pocket and typing like mad. I sighed, watching her as she frantically searched for the proof she had to show me. A satisfied squeal left her lips as she shoved the phone into my face. My head snapped back, squinting at the picture that was close up on my face. Taking the phone from her hands, I examined the picture.

It was indeed a picture of the Manhattan Mall, that much couldn't be missed since there was a bubble lettered sign hanging from the entrance. There were seven people walking, trying to shy away from any camera's or people around them. Which was kind of silly since it was New York. There was no way there would ever be chance that people weren't around to see them.

They all seemed to be engaged in conversation, smiling and laughing amongst themselves. There were several photos taken and posted on the fans Twitter page. I scrolled to another page, watching them clamber into the store. I could see fans hovering around them, screaming bloody murder at the new rising sensation. Other pictures showed them smiling politely, shuffling away from the fangirling crowd.

Clearing my throat, I looked up at my sister who had a cocky smirk on her face. I placed the phone back into her hands, blank look on my face.

"I told you that they were here," she said in a sing song voice. I snorted, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest.

"That could have been photshopped," I stated defiantly. She shook her head, look of triumph gracing her features.

"Just admit you were wrong, I was right, and Diamonds in the Rough are truly at our mall at this very moment," she said walking up to me, head cocked to the side. She had a sweet looked on her face as she wrapped her arms around my waist, waggling her eyebrows in my direction. I sighed, gritting my teeth at the fact my sister had just won this little argument…or had she?

"I hope you know I would still have to drive you there…"

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